He Chose Her, I Chose Myself.

Luke deleted Tiffany’s number and wiped out every trace of her from our place.

He even fixed our busted wedding photo and hung it back up above our bed.

I thought, maybe I should give him one more shot.

Then, bam—two envelopes show up on the same day:

my prenatal appointment reminder…

and Tiffany’s damn wedding invite.

He didn’t even hesitate—drove straight to her wedding.

Right in front of everyone, he pulled Tiffany behind him and slammed a check on the groom’s chest.

“Here’s $880,000. Now get the hell out.”

The video blew up online.